Furry Business & New Yummies!

IMG_3878Mummy had to go to the garden centre yesterday to buy a spade to get engraved for her school’s special turf-cutting ceremony.  I told her that she didn’t need to buy a special spade when I would happily dig a hole for free and I’m definitely special enough without any engraving.  When she was at the garden centre, she wandered into the pet corner and found literally the best yummies I’ve had for quite some time.  I liked them so much, I’m going to add them to my Edibles page and do a little picture with the packet.

These are dried Venison Marrow Bones from Billy + Margot.  I’ve tried their seaweed popcorn and I wasn’t convinced.  I didn’t know what to do with the odd fluffy crunchballs, but the venison bones are out of this world.  I don’t normally spend a lot of time with things like this.  I’ve had a buffalo horn for over a year now and mostly I just carry it round, dropping it behind the sofa for laughs.  But this venison totally captured my attention.  Big tick in the Chuck-friendly box for Billy + Margot!

I’m going to be at Crufts 2015.  We are members of the Welsh Terrier Club UK and at many events across the UK, the club has a stand promoting the breed.  The Kennel Club UK has said that Welsh Terriers are an “at watch” vulnerable breed.  Vulnerable breeds have fewer than 300 puppies registered as born per annum.  “At Watch” breeds have around 300 or slightly more per annum.  This is a big shame, because WTs are brilliant dogs.  We are one of the oldest breeds ever, and to see so few of us registered is a great shame.  The club’s stands at various events promotes the breed but also educates people who are looking for a puppy or for general information about what we’re like.  Obviously, we’re pawsome, but the word needs to get out somehow!

It’s people who say “aww, a miniature Airedale” that my mummy and daddy meet the most.  Only today, I was squatting down to do my business on my lunchtime walk and a lady came over to say “Look! A baby Airedale puppy doing a poo!”.  This was fairly upsetting on two levels.  Firstly, I was trying to do my business, and really – who tries to pet anyone doing that?  Secondly, I’m not an Airedale.  I’m also not a puppy.  I growled.  Mummy did a human version of a growl.

stripI digress.  The reason I mentioned Crufts was that in preparation for this event, I needed a haircut.  The KC state a certain breed standard for shape and grooming and as I’m representing my breed, it’s important that I look vaguely appropriate.  Welsh Terriers are like many dogs who don’t shed their fur.  We grow an undercoat that needs to be stripped back (hand plucked) every few months.  So technically, I didn’t really have a haircut today – I had a furstrip.  We have a lovely groomer called Teresa who comes to Wycombe regularly.  You can see her website here.  She told my Daddy how great I was during my furstrip.  Look at the results!!!  Aren’t I handsome?

Magical Bath Time

Yesterday, Mummy had to go to visit a school in Bath on a business trip.  Because it’s Half Term for schools and looked like a nice sunny day, Daddy was available and we both hitched a ride with Mummy to see if we could find a good place for a long walk (downhill!) from Claverton Down to Limpley Stoke, passing a famous aqueduct on the way.  This part of Bath is beautiful, lots of green hills, rivers, canals and open fields.  Daddy has an OS map reader on his phone so had planned a Geography walk for us.

I had previously posted on our WT facebook group asking if anyone knew of good Chuck-Friendly places to eat in the area.  Unfortunately, a lovely pub that used to cater for four-legged guests, The Wheelwright Arms, has decided to revoke its policy towards us, which is pretty mean.  Scratch that one off the list! We did find a lovely place, a bit further West called the Hope and Anchor Inn, in Midford.  They have a  small but good enclosed sunny garden that has terraced layers and I wasn’t the only dog visitor!  I can thoroughly recommend their ham and it is on a great cycle track.

By far, the best thing about our trip was the amount of cow pat everywhere.  I bloomin’ LOVE cow pats.  This did mean that when we got home, another type of bath awaited me.  I love both types of Bath.

Therapy & Comfort in the Workplace

010522cdfb4c6358d632bc04eeb19ac0b374ceb988Dogs in the workplace.  A tricky one, right? For sure, there are many places of work that really wouldn’t suit dogs.  Manufacturing industry workplaces, for example.  Public transportation, too – probably unwise.  But… schools? General offices?

Here I am in mummy’s office.  I’m helping her strategise her next income generation campaign.  I’m on my lead, but I have space to roam.  You can’t see it, but I also have water and a nice cosy chair.  Mummy’s office is in a big school, and technically I’m not really supposed to be here.

I’m a polite, well-trained, quiet, friendly pup.  I like people, I also like sleeping a LOT.  I don’t bark, or wee in places I shouldn’t.  I’m always on my lead and mummy’s office has direct access outside without getting in anyone’s way.  She’s lucky – she has a corner office all to herself, with an ante-office for her staff.  So why am I not really supposed to be here?

Germs, poo and detritus

Ok, yes – I might poo on the school field, but my mummy is responsible and will pick it up.  Local cats, foxes and other creatures leave worse behind!  I’m regularly treated with worming tablets and flea-gel.  As much as mummy can guarantee, I’m parasite-free.

Some people are scared of dogs

Also true.  But I’m not sitting in a maths class or in the queue for snacks at break time.  I’m in mummy’s office.  She will take me out for my business when it’s quiet.  I’m not roaming round the school by myself, looking for a juicy child to chew.

You’re here to work, not to play with your pets

Ah.  That’s an interesting and naive statement.  Yes, ok – on the face of it, we are all there to work and shouldn’t be playing tug in the corridors.  But I’m not a baby any more.  I sleep most of the day anyway.  And I like to sit on my mummy’s lap when she types.  Then we have the whole argument of therapeutic pets.  There are scores of reports about pets increasing employee productivity, reducing stress etc.  At what point does employee welfare come second to ‘elfn’safety?

If one person does it, everyone will want to bring theirs in, and they’re not all as well trained as yours

Tricky.  But some ground rules perhaps to reduce the deluge of applicants for pupprenticeships?  The Kennel Club even agrees that there needs to be some sort of framework. I would suggest the following, in no particular order, and it’s not going to please everyone:

  • Teachers or staff whose work takes place directly with the children in classrooms shouldn’t be bringing their pets to school  – allergies, for one is a good reason that this should be enforced.  You just can’t guarantee your classroom will always be 100% non-allergic.  Or that the next teacher in your room will be non-allergic.
  • Weewee breaks should take place outside of break times and lunch times for the kids.
  • Leads on at all times.  If appropriate, baby gate across office door.
  • Up to date worming and flea shots
  • Dogs must be responsibly trained and stranger-friendly (no barking at the principal!)

For now, that’s as far as we have got.  I will remain an elusive presence at mummy’s school.

Stuff Happens

10320459_10100902745627690_1701450035132182567_nMost days, stuff happens that makes us all BOL (bark out loud).  It occurred to my family that they needed to share the hilarity of it all with total strangers.
My name is Chuck. Chukka or Chukkalukka, even.  I’m almost 1 and a half, and this is a blog of stuff that I do, stuff I like, stuff I don’t like and general tidbits of interest that we found by digging deep into the pot (note, I took this literally).  We hope you enjoy, contribute, share and BOL along with us!